Ita woke up because it was morning. He rolled out of bed, and fell on his face. He screeched because there was someone on the floor! He didn't know who it was due to his face being stuck in their moobs/boobs. Ita pushed himself up, staring down into his brother's face. Romano grumbled something, pushing Ita off. Ita rolled away majestically, wondering why he felt angry that his brother was there. He continued rolling, eventually making it to the stairs. But, that didn't stop him. He continued rolling down the stairs, ignoring the aching pain in his back.
Later that day, Ita realized why he was angry. He was angry that his brother was the God Father of the mafia, and he wasn't! He felt like he wasn't acknowledged. His brother got all the attention for how strong he was. Ita could be strong, too! Sure, he was normally weak... But... If they just gave him a chance...
The idea hit Ita straight away. He would kill Romano. Yeah! That would solve his problems. He started planning how he'd do it, then just decided to wing it. Ita silently creeped into Romano's room, stealing one of his guns and leaving. He grabbed a large jacket, slipping into it and hiding the gun inside of it. He waited, quietly, for Romano to come back from doing things with Spain. They were probably fucking to be honest.
